Forsaken

Poem

Ignorance is bliss.

This is why I wish I never knew you.

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I would never have missed you.

Remembered the lips I kissed you,

With.

Out.

Of the time we had,

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Glad. Every moment.

Sad. When you removed it.

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That picture of you I kept on my desk, held close to my heart like the art I created on that same desk in your likeness.

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I worshipped you.

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Every letter an offering, every sentence a shrine.

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There was a time I tore out my heart to you,

Asking you to make the rain stop.

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But your thunder continued to roll, unchanged.

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Have you forsaken me?

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Posted Sep 1, 2022, 7:29 PM UTC

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